Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.